Brutal fucking Youth.

I spent most of tonight getting drunk and learning Taylor Swift songs (ok, one song, I'm not that bright) on guitar for the spoof cover band I'm forcing my sister to be in because I just found out she actually has an amaazing voice. I have it all planned out, we'll call it Tailor Swift and our first hit will be "I Knew You Were Butter When You Slopped In" .. clearly directed at that I Can't Believe It's Not Butter margarine that is actually butter as the lyrics (and eventual video) will explain.
So yeah, going from that pop pun-iverse to listening to the new Brutal Youth EP Bottoming Out was kinda like transferring from an all girls private school to a penis packed public school.

This was what my ears did:


It's deliciously raw and all fucking crazy like I'm going to jump from the rafters into your earholes and shoot through your body like heroin on crack.
..and then we're all going to break down in perfect loving harmony. (the ending of "Rancor" gave me a serious heartgasm, what. a. jam.)
But it's fucking over way too soon.
I want to compare it to like, a 'minute man' experience, but - though just as much of a tease - Bottoming Out is wayyy more satisfying.
Besides, the repeat function was made for this shiiiii.